“When I was 11 years old, my older brother and I shared a room. He was a senior in high school at the time and was out at parties on most weekends. One particular night, I woke up around 2:30 in the morning when I heard some rustling in his bed and assumed he was just getting home from a party. It sounded like he was rolling over in his bed. I hadn’t heard his car pull up or the dogs bark, so it struck me as a little strange that rustling would wake me up. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason. This went on for about thirty seconds before I finally opened my eyes to take a look.
I couldn’t see him explicitly, but there was something definitely under his blankets that looked like a person and it was just rolling over and over. I watched it for about a minute longer before I started to get freaked out. I called his name loudly and told him to shut up and get to sleep already. He didn’t answer. After another 30 seconds or so, I got out of bed and threw a shoe at the thing under the blankets. It didn’t stop so I called his name again and threw another shoe. It still didn’t respond, which freaked me out, so I wrapped myself under my blankets and tried to make myself fall asleep. I definitively remember listening to whatever it was for at least another 30 minutes and hoping I wouldn’t hear it get out of the other bed and just trying to make myself.
When I woke up the next morning, his bed was perfectly made with the shoes placed perfectly on his pillow. When I asked my mom where my brother was the next morning, she told me that he had stayed at a party. It sounds cheesy and fake, but I’ll never forget how scared I was and it still freaks me out to think about.”